A Poem For March
March
Plum blossom petals
Mistaken for snowflakes
Race past the window
Wind-driven as always
In March of the year.
Immigrant siskins
Wintering in England
Defer their returning
Preferring the south
Until March of the year.
Transience of blossom,
The passage of migrants
Alert to impermanence,
Disturb for the first time
My own sense of tenure
This March of the years.
Dorothy Pope, KES Poet in Residence